Hi, friends!
What’s not a typical haunted house theme but would make you unglued?
Here’s a few for me –
A haunted house, but it’s a normal house with someone in each room whose name you can’t recall but knows your name.
A haunted house, where suddenly all your clothes fit fine this morning but don’t fit now.
A haunted house, but it’s your house and you can hear bugs moving but can’t find them and don’t have an oscillating fan.
a haunted house but nobody remembers you
…it’s a house…like a regular house…only…you own it…but for financial reasons…you have to share it
…& if that doesn’t sound terrifying…clearly you didn’t see that one michael keaton flick?
…like homeownership wasn’t enough existential terror all on its own
This is a hilarious book, by the way, if you can get your hands on some kind of copy.
Until I got to this part “clearly you didn’t see that one michael keaton flick?”, I expected your reference to be The Money Pit !
A haunted house where every door you open has these kids playing this song…
Thanks. One time when I was institutionalized, I can’t remember when or what for, my roommate in the hospital was a little hard of hearing so he would pass the time watching “hospital TV.” There weren’t that many channels and at least half of them were devoted to sprots. My elderly roommate was a fan of college football. Every ten minutes the Kars4Kids ad would come on.
It could have been worse.
That is one of the worst songs of all time & I had a reggae album that an artist did a cover. I was shocked & amazed that even he could not make it a decent song & more shocked he chose that to cover!
For some reason I remember this one-woman play at KHS and this “Pilipino” woman was singing “Peelings……….nothing morrrrrrrrre (extended trilled “r”) than peelings.” What the fuck was that even about?
That was Frank Delima in drag! A much different time & place. He started at as a catholic priest wannabe at the church my mom made me go to & became the best local comedian that made jokes about every race. To be honest, the best thing about growing up there was we all made fun of the quirks of our races without being mean. It was never mean spirited…
He performed at our high school a few times. Surprised we weren’t getting high in the parking lot for that. Probably did it before to laugh harder.
No, it was definitely a woman, and a play. It was in the building where I had all my math classes, over by the portables. Not a school assembly. I can’t even remember why I went.
I’ve heard him sing it that way but not sure what you are talking about. I only went over to that area to jump the fence to Skinney’s kegerator or watch the Warriors & argue w/ Christian’s about back masking albums.
This checks out.
A corporate conference icebreaker haunted house would destroy me.
THIS is the one!!!
Also, “Share one interesting thing about yourself!”
If you want me to go into *instant* mind-blanking panic mode?
A haunted house full of *those* types of questions–and if you want me to go into a full-out bout of autistic catatonia?
Those, *plus* this question of Brighter’s, “A haunted house, but it’s a normal house with someone in each room whose name you can’t recall but knows your name.” (Because that one is my *daily* struggle, thanks to some gawdawful face-blindness! **), and *then* make me say those “fun facts” into a microphone…
Because my brain *can’t* function enough to think, AND talk at the same time, then there’s that… what is it–*millisecond* delay, between *saying* the thing, and then *hearing* it all half a beat *behind*!😱😱😱😱😱😆🤣
I get that *same* level of brain-melt, if i have to watch videos where the sound is *before* the video–my eyes watch the video, in order to *hear* better….
When the sound is *ahead* of the video–and NOTHING matches what’s being said on-screen?
My brain *immediately* goes into analyzing/”processing” mode–and i start trying to figure out *why* there’s a disconnect between the sound & picture…
So I stop listening…
And then I eventually stop following the *through* action–because the action I’m pating attention to is the mechanisms playing the film “wrong*…
So within 3-5 minutes, I’ve gone into theater Techie, “Shit is *fucked* and the board in the booth is on FIRE right now!!!”-mode…
Annnnnd then at some point, I realize that I’m *not* actually a Techie anymore–if haven’t been paying a *damn* bit of attention for at least half an hour, I’m hungry, my foot is asleep from sitting on it so long, annnnnnd I have no idea *where* I’m supposed to ne going–and *oh shit–we’re all standing up now!🙃🫠😖😱😱😱😱😱😱
**my face blindness is bad enough, that i *LITERALLY* will not recognize CO-workers, if they are *in any way* “out of context” to the setting i normally see them in!😖😆😂
One time, when I worked at the grocery store, mid pandemic?
I said “Hi” to a customer as they walked by–like I usually do…
But the lady topped, and *talked* to me…
And she kept talking to me, like she KNEW me…
And i was trying like HELL, to think of where I *might* have met her–was it the pulltab booth, for all those years?
Was she a casually-acquainted neighbor?!?…
It was about minutes 4 or 5 in that conversation, before I fiiiiiinally realized, I knew her voice from *somewhere*…
So I started to try and think of where I’d *heard* that particular voice before…
Y’all, at about minute seven in that conversation?
I noticed that the nice lady who was talking to me had *incredibly* unique, *straight WHITE* hair…
And then I remembered, I knew someone *else* who was young, and had prematurely *white* hair…
Y’all, it was my fucking MANAGER, dressed in her NON-work clothes, and I didn’t recognize her, because she was wearing a BLUE TOP–and not one of her work tops that had red on it!🙃🫠😱🤣🤣🤣🤣🥰
She’d been my manager for *almost* a year at that point, too…
I also wondered, “WHO is *this* lady?!?” When our *assistant* manager stopped by the store with her hair *out* of it’s normal low ponytail, in *her* non-work clothes…
With *her*, i recognized her voice at about minutes three…
I SUCK at recognizing faces!🤣
I’m decent with faces but shit with names.
I’ll remember that we talked about geraniums but not your name.
I will remember the geraniums, your best-friend-as-a-Kid’s sister’s first dog’s name & breed, *and* the first letter of your first name….
It’ll take me about a *year* to remember anything *past* that first letter of your first mane, though!
Although by the time I *do* remember your whole name, i will *also* be able to tell you the birthday months, of allllll your niblings!😉
oh fuck that question
a fun fact about myself?
im fucking hostile when questioned
Mom and dad’s house! Last year…
A haunted house — but each room doesn’t have that one thing you need, but just can’t find, right fucking now.
Since my mom died I have had a dream like that every fucking night & wake up exhausted. I finally had to get some gummies that have helped a little. It is always something different but equally as exhausting.
Hijack: Teri Garr died! That sucks!
I had a friend in college who looked just like her and would do this line flawlessly.
Ever see After Hours? She was hilarious in that.
That’s too bad. She was a talented comedian and actor.
I saw that earlier! So sad. 🙁 I know she’s 79 so not super young but also goddamn lost her too young.
My haunted house is actually from a dream my wife had the other night. She dreamed we had to move into a house together with some former friends that we haven’t spoken to in years (I mentioned them in the DUAN yesterday). Super weird and awkward.
Sounds more like an Ingmar Bergman parody.
A haunted house, but like in that recurrent dream, you’re surrounded by enemies and even though the rifle is in your hand you can’t find any ammo anywhere because it’s not where you left it and you never seem to get to the room where it might be.
Yeah, that may be TMI.
I had those dreams too. I suspect they were about the loss of control or feeling helpless.
The one time I had that dream and the damn rifle started working was the day before I bought my home. I was basically playing Call Of Duty WW2 or stuck in the middle of Saving Private Ryan in my dream.